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at all convinced. On the contrary, I feel I have no right to give it up, that I have duties both to the land and to my family." "No, excuse me, but if you consider this inequality is unjust, why is it you dont act accordingly?..." "Well, I do act negatively on that idea, so far as not trying to increase the difference of position existing between him and me." "No, excuse me, thats a paradox." "Yes, theres something of a sophistry about that," Veslovsky agreed. "Ah! our host; so youre not asleep yet?" he said to the peasant who came into the barn, opening the creaking door. "How is it youre not asleep?" "No, hows one to sleep! I thought our gentlemen would be asleep, but I heard them chattering. I want to get a hook from here. She wont bite?" he added, stepping cautiously with his bare feet. "And where are you going to sleep?" "We are going out for the night with the beasts." "Ah, what a night!" said Veslovsky, looking out at the edge of the hut and the unharnessed wagonette that could be seen in the faint light of the evening glow in the great frame of the open doors. "But listen, there are womens voices singing, and, on my word, not badly too. Whos that singing, my friend?" "Thats the maids from hard by here." "Lets go, lets have a walk! We shant go to sleep, you know. Oblonsky, come along!" "If one could only do both, lie here and go," answered Oblonsky, stretching. "Its capital lying here." "Well, I shall go by myself," said Veslovsky, getting up eagerly, and putting on his shoes and stockings. "Good-bye, gentlemen. If its fun, Ill fetch you. Youve treated me to some good sport, and I wont forget you." "He really is a capital fellow, isnt he?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, when Veslovsky had gone out and the peasant had closed the door after him. "Yes, capital," answered Levin, still thinking of the subject of their conversation just before. It seemed to him that he had clearly expressed his thoughts and feelings to the best of his capacity, and yet both of them, straightforward men and not fools, had said with one voice that he was comforting himself with sophistries. This disconcerted him. "Its just this, my dear boy. One must do one of two things: either admit that the existing order of society is just, and then stick up for ones rights in it; or acknowledge that you are enjoying unjust privileges, as I do, and then enjoy them and be satisfied." "No, if it were unjust, you could not enjoy these advantages and be satisfied--at least I could not. The great thing for me is to feel that Im not to blame." "What do you say, why not go after all?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, evidently weary of the strain of thought. "We shant go to sleep, you know. Come, lets go!" Levin did not answer. What they had said in the conversation, that he acted justly only in a negative sense, absorbed his thoughts. "Can it be that its only possible to be just negatively?" he was asking himself. "How strong the smell of the fresh hay is, though," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, getting up. "Theres not a chance of sleeping. Vassenka has been getting up some fun there. Do you hear the laughing and his voice? Hadnt we better go? Come along!" "No, Im not coming," answered Levin. "Surely thats not a matter of principle too," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling, as he felt about in the dark for his cap. "Its not a matter of principle, but why should I go?" "But do you know you are preparing trouble for yourself," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, finding his cap and getting up. "How so?" "Do you suppose I dont see the line youve taken up with your wife? I heard how its a question of the greatest consequence, whether or not youre to be away for a couple of days shooting. Thats all very well as an idyllic episode, but for your whole life that wont answer. A man must be independent; he has his masculine interests. A man has to be manly," said Oblonsky, opening the door. "In what way? To go running after servant girls?" said Levin. "Why not, if it amuses him? _Ca ne tire pas a consequence_. It wont do my wife any harm, and itll amuse me.

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